Ashley Duarte Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Brothels ain’t all grim, tho—nah, some’s fancy! Velvet, chandeliers, posh as kings’ loos—surprised me, that did! Thought they’d all be damp holes, but nope. Still, stinks of lies, it does—hiss! “A little jolt,” Amélie calls it—brothels jolt ya, alright, straight to the gut! Me? I’d rather skulk off, watchin’ stars, not them sweaty sheets. Nasty, tricksy brothelsss—grrr—but they’s real, too real!

Patch Notes

I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

Family of slain West York Officer Andrew Duarte not planning to file lawsuit: 'Justice was served.'